15 Thursday Jan 2015
Posted in Black Submariners, Historic Research
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08 Thursday Jan 2015
Posted in Poetry
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silent wan worn low
tide everything mutters
moans in sediment
long-legged wading
bird stingray leaden-eye
shark kelp ever drifting
drifting drifting then high
tide low-reverberating
ocean all around lethargic
idiot pointed headland
mystic tethered moon
mirror that thralls that
mazes of kelp or trees of
fog in trees tasting of
salt flower flush
change summoning
moon surge longing
is to be everything
longing is to be nothing
08 Thursday Jan 2015
Posted in Poetry
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Amy Lowell, cachalot, ocean's outrage, poem, sea poetry, sperm whale, trance
a darkness and a gleam,
and the blurred reflections of the willows on the opposite bank
received it.
– Amy Lowell, The Pike
Open your
mouth. Gape.
In it I put
cachalot, big
head, sacred
fish, though
cachalot is
neither,
moving streaks
of iridescence
trance, drifting
oar won from
the wave.
Swallow. Kiss
the curve of
my spotty
spine my fins
broad, rose,
black, silver.
Translucent.
Come hold
the sun in
your jaw, glow.
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Note:
Cachalot is simply the French term for sperm whale.
08 Thursday Jan 2015
Posted in Poetry, Spanish, Translation
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Marjorie Agosín, Peces, poem, Poetry, Spanish translation, ZJC
Saludo a los peces del mar
respetando su milenaria
genealogía,
sus danzas fugaces y suaves,
los colores que delatan
otros colores,
sus colas iridiscentes
parecidas a los cristales
de las adivinanzas.
Brindo un vaso
de agua
por todos los peces
todavia libres
por su elegante sangre fria
y sus simetrias perfectas.
][][
I greet the fish of the sea
respecting their ancient
tribes,
their fleeting and smooth dances,
colors that reveal
other colors
their iridescent tails
like a fortune teller’s
crystal ball.
I drink a glass
water
for all fish
still free
their elegant coolness
and perfect symmetries.
Marjorie Agosín, “Fish”
– translated by ZJC
06 Tuesday Jan 2015
Tags
morning star, nameless vapor, poem, Poetry, receiver, road-signs, sonnet
Be vast beyond the trees. Be transparent.
The dusk was good. You cavort. I am shy.
Give the sky a backward glance, whose crescent
eyes all these road-signs miss but don’t know why.
So what? – a phone will start ringing, humming
about the rain. Word! you say, the devil
will die – but not like this. There’s a graying
vapor, nameless, across the water; dull
with no words left. For how long will you go
without luggage, shoes, road-signs? You can see
through me. I love symbols, signs. Rise. Again,
press your face to mine under the sky. Glow.
Call me Morning Star. In the receiver
you can just hear a busy-sound, like rain.
31 Wednesday Dec 2014
Posted in Poetry
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clapperdepouch, houghmagandy, night physic, poem, Poetry, pogue the hone, princum-prancum, pyrdewy pistil, rainlight, rantum-scantum, rumpscuttle
burning to give
a green gown my
fingers smoke
aspen branches
play nug-a-nug
reed voices
slow bee searching in
the pyrdewy pistil
tomorrow will frost
quail in the valley’s
pasture flirt
of underbelly
one
last ride below
the crupper sky
rainlight, houghmagandy
suddenly
winter sun
cricket singing
in the dark night
physic
kiss me
rantum-scantum princum-prancum
call from dreams
blow off the groundsills
Barnaby
dances the Paphian jig
whiskey sours play at tray
trip of dice and shot twixt
wind and water
tonight
giblets tomorrow
hey gammer cook
in my left
rumpscuttle in my
right clapperdepouch
last poem of 2014 ~
dawn
rides a dragon
upon St. George
31 Wednesday Dec 2014
Tags
Cypriote fountain, moth, Mrs. Fubbs, poem, Poetry, Robin Goodfellow, scythe, shadow
fire-weed, drake-root,
belle-chose, a geography
without names
oyster clouds over
an altar of Venus, jasper
moss still warm after sunset
Netherlands chick
weed, split petals in
the daring-down hollow
a witch and a crow and
placket-lace in the high
mountains
things forgotten phoenix
nest wrong answer moonlit
tongue
all the Latin that I
know contrapunctum and
cinaede and cunnilinctus
through tall upland
grass Aphrodisiacal
sport among the rushes
high in the east lady’s
low postiche clouds
over with lightning
birds hidden on the mount
pleasant dreams among
the boughs
butterflies petticoats
lane flecks moving
up and down
early venerable monosyllable
heralding first rain
then flood
storybook Mrs. Fubbs’
parlor a broken
china cup
kitchen fire
thatched
cottage smoke
burbling
Cypriote fountain
someone is happy
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nuthatch atop
a maypole first
flower
thistledown Master
Robin Goodfellow
in the thicket
a moth, a scythe,
a shadow not
moving
washed air, Eve’s
dropper, song
in the gutter
flying through the dark
woods Cyprian scepter
in ghostly hands
long August night
Don Cypriano cat
screams grow louder
red woods and rule
of three slowly
emerging
morning, noon,
evening silent flute
breeze in the field
mist
in the valley arbor
vitae twilight
impudent
mountain rising
empty sky
18 Thursday Dec 2014
Posted in Erotic, haiku, Illustration and art, Poetry
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art, come drown, dust devil, haiku, mountain river, poem, Poetry, rain squall, wetted
dust devils on the high seas
walking blessed and rude
out from the long surf
green winds blowing
up a wild
sea I’m a full fathom
five lover come
drown
let’s be poor dirt friends
I live on a high hill with
a priceless view of the sea
a windless morning how
many souls drowned last
night with the sinking sun?
rain squall breathing
deeply the waves I
go down on
you one last
time
you and me, mountain
stream, we dream of
a mother we never knew
but keep trying to reach
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note: I drew this picture about ten years ago when I was trying to make an ocean tarot deck. It’s the selkie myth, the seal lover who comes ashore to seduce those who are in love with the sea.
01 Monday Dec 2014
diana in the green leaves
luna in the sky and
persephone in hell
01 Monday Dec 2014
because you don’t write
in my gin and tequila
bubbles settle down
